We passed
each other
Up-raised
eyebrow
Imperceptible
nod
The subtle
muscle spasms
Of recognition
He drifted by
Nimble, insubstantial
Dapper,
neat and trim
A light
blond ghost
Dressed to
daintily disappear
Perhaps he
had perfected
His camouflage
A coat
hanger
On which
men
Could drape
their pain
Then with a
shake
Would let
it fall
And leave
it on the ground
The rotting
compost
Of pain and
shame
Or perhaps
The secrets
of too many
Had bleached
his sense of life
Disconnected,
he had learnt
To blink and
disappear
I wondered
As this
pale ghost walker
Crossed my
path again
My thoughts
as unsubstantial
As he
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